I couldn’t care less about the economy. Economic growth won’t bring him back to me. It’s ironic to think that way, because economic growth is precisely what brings people to me. I am a white man with an office in Lower Manhattan. Hundreds to thousands of bombs each year let me live without fear. The scariest violence is often the unknown perpetrator. Justin Baldoni really thinks he didn’t hurt Blake Lively, and Blake Lively genuinely feels abused. If you’re a victim, where are your scars? If you’re not the aggressor, why do you have teeth?
Eusexua is the goal, and you’re crazy for asking for it. Eusexua in the storm at the end of the world. Violence is everywhere. You and I feel bliss and think we deserve the feeling. Violence again. Eusexua is the goal and you’re crazy for taking it away. It’s crazy how one sided a relationship can be. Bombs put me through college. Violence keeps me safe. Love feels like hell.
I’ve been a bad bad boy. One who doesn’t deserve his toys. I’m late, I’m ungrateful, and I use weird, slanted truths to keep myself off the jury. See you in 2027 if we make it that far. I am going to hell if you ask the President. I smoke cigarettes and blast Lorde each week, so don’t feel special Donald. You’re an expensive whore while I’m a cheap one. Should we kiss? White men with offices in Manhattan. White men with rich daddies and too much ambition. White men in government jobs who want to change the world. You make me sick and I make me sick and sometimes the food at Abe’s Pagoda Bar makes you sick.
My art is in a show this week, and I’m soooooooooooo happy to spend all my time there pretending to care. And pretending not to care. And pretending there is any meaning anywhere. Pretending my monotonous life is a whirlwind of love and dreams and eusexua. Pretending is something I’ve always loved to do.
Pretend it’s justified to blow it all off. Pretend the result is worth the wait and pain. Pretend your boss is wrapped around your finger and pretend your job is good and worth doing even if it’s in service of a vile, evil man who pretends your insane. Pretend it’s all going to be ok. Pretend you’re happy. Pretend you forgive yourself and pretend to feel eusexua.
Write it on the blog. Pretend it’s insightful and true. Pretend people care and maybe they do.
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